CertifiedChestpain - Forbidden Bars (feat. TunchoDidIt!) Lyrics

Bitch, nigga, what the f*ck
Niggas back to back with this shit
Alright, nigga, alright

I stick to my rules, cause when I'm up it ain't no pickin' sides
Niggas postin' blicks with no masks, they really out they mind
And I don't really say too much theory, you know I'm mindin' mine
Word to Granny, you speak down to my brother, you gon' lose your life

And what I mean, nigga, y'all better enjoy y'all time
I ain't say a name for the feds, y'all niggas finna die
I'm like, bitch, nigga, y'all barkin' way too much
Hit a headshot, J.F. Kennedy, cause that boy ain't even duck

Buddha say he finna see me out, but he ain't doin' nothin
All I need is one chance, and when I see him, then he done
He all up in the sky, we send him up, we sendin' niggas far
Every word I say, is a curse, I got forbidden bars

I'm goin' to the top, I can't, uh, alright, uh

I'm goin' to the top, I can't stop, I'm finna be a star
Niggas turn their back on a nigga, I had to close my heart
All these niggas fake as hell I needa make some room

I treat this shit just like black ops 2 I think I'm finna snipe the moon
Why she ask me if she cheat - bitch you finna catch the boot

Hold on, bro, I think you really mean, she bout to catch hands
I told her, watch your mouth before I gotta put fist to chin

The way I swung on her, you really could've thought the Mets was playin'
You tryna make it out the hood off rap you better change your plans
Like he just showed me a song and said he up to somethin'
Had to big bro him and pat his head and told him, try again

But that nigga not a listener
Put your auntie Smitty back, you is not a killer
What you mean you wanna sip of this, you is not a sipper
I barely even know what's in it
I want it silent when I rap, or I'll punch the mixer

So be quiet on set, like a Schneider victim
Got my legs kicked up, relax, about to spark a hitter
Found my opp and took him out his hoodie, he mad his Sp5der missin
Brought it right over to Salvation, was tryna make a difference

Might have the same flow and songs, but this a lil' different
How you talkin' bout spice and sauce, but don't got the chicken
Niggas hurtin', poor as hell, I'm up shit, talkin' shifty
Don't hate me while I'm gettin' hot, just tap in with me